After A While, Though, Even The Deepest

As Her Analyst Had Told Her: The Deeper Buried The Distress, The Further Into The Body It Went. The Digestive System Was About As Far As It Could Go To Hide.

Robert Neville Looked Out Over The New People Of The Earth. He Knew He Did Not Belong To Them; He Knew That, Like The Vampires, He Was Anathema And Black Terror To Be Destroyed. And, Abruptly, The Concept Came, Amusing To Him Even In His Pain. ... Full Circle. A New Terror Born In Death, A New Superstition Entering The Unassailable Fortress Of Forever. I Am Legend.

…those Who’ve Marred Their Appearance In Any Way By Their Actions In Life Aren’t Forced To Witness That Marring. If They Were, They’d Become Self-conscious And Be Unable To Concentrate On Improving Themselves.

Failures Plagued Me. Things I Had Omitted Or Ignored, Neglected. What I Should Have Given And Hadn’t. I Felt The Biting Pang Of Every Unfulfillment.

I Could Never Write About Strange Kingdoms. I Could Never Do Harry Potter Or Anything Like That. Even When I Did Science-fiction, I Didnt Write About Foreign Planets And Distant Futures. I Certainly Never Did Fantasies About Trolls Living Under Bridges.